One Can Love Any Man

Oh For A Seat In Some Poetic Nook, Just Hid With Trees And Sparkling With A Brook!

I Am Persuaded There Is No Such Thing After All As A Perfect Enjoyment Of Solitude; For The More Delicious The Solitude The More One Wants A Companion.

The Loveliest Hair Is Nothing, If The Wearer Is Incapable Of A Grace.

If You Are Ever At A Loss To Support A Flagging Conversation, Introduce The Subject Of Eating.

Bread, Milk And Butter Are Of Venerable Antiquity. They Taste Of The Morning Of The World.